Your Character's Name: Raymond/Percy The rain from outside the complex brought with it a wave of nauseating nostalgia. I loved the rain and it loved me. Years ago I had been involved in a peculiar jam. My life was on the line, or rather the dinner table. I had been sent to take down a group of cannibals in southern Montana and had not done a good job watching my back. I was too concentrated on the native indian sucking me off and it almost costed me my life. To cut a long story short, the rain washed away the flames and sent the cannibals running.
My leg still pulsated every once and awhile from the shot I took from the MPD soldier a half a day ago. The mind I once owned was turning on me, as were my counterparts. A reason for existing was being questioned, and I could do nothing but defend it ala assault rifle. Some people go through life living just to get through the day. I mourn their ill will every time, but life has to move on with or without them. This was one of the few times I had hoped to move one with them... or at least one of them.
Rabies pissed me off nine times out of ten, but the tenth time always wielded peace back into place. I had stopped counting, but right here right now, was either going to be the ninth time she’d piss me off or the one time she’d get it so incredibly right. I was marking for her. Her touch broke a barrier in me that I thought could never be broken. Rundown tends to make a mind useless. Instead, Rabies wielded the substance with vigor and control. She was lost in her acidic dreams, but always came out of them a better person. I wanted to know her secret and to understand her skepticism of "The System".
Rabies also made friends with beautiful people, including one that had whispered oh so softly into her ear. Josephine Hardwick welcomed us all into her lovely shelter, a parking garage with incredible warmth to it. Josephine’s skin was ablaze brown and looked as soft as a movie star’s. Her voice was like a drop of scotch making a tickling curl as it moved down my pipe. It wasn't nearly as addicting as Rabies, but the possibilities of their friendship, plus one, made me quiver in euphoria.
But I had to be wary of her. She was friends with Rabies, meaning she had connections with the enemy of our mission. She could be useful to us, but she could also be a snitch, or worse. Needless to say, our party had become a bit divided over our goal and I had become the only voice of reason trying to press us on towards the greater good. While I had never minded being a pawn if the circumstances would bring me good favor, the others didn’t see the big picture. Roen of all people should have understood that being a solider for Draco had it’s benefits, but even he was sick of being pushed around. Patience is not a virtue they hold. Fuck, patience is not a virtue I hold.
“Who are you? Rabies, how do you know her?”
“Put the gun down Ray.”
“Nice friends you have Rabies,” Josephine said. Her tongue lashed deep. “Let’s go. I don’t know who these people are, but I know a place where we will be safe. The Curators and The Keepers are on my ass, but I know a place of safe haven.”
“Who are you?”
“Her name’s Josephine, Raymond! She’s a Curator and a good friend.”
The tone of Rabies voice made me believe this encounter was going to be strike nine.
“Who are your friends Rabies?”
“It’s none of your business,” I jetted in before Rabies could answer. “You’re going to lead us to the Curator’s base. You’re going to lead us to M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.”
“I will do no such thing,” Josephine pushed back. “Rabies, let’s leave your friends behind. You don’t need them.” Feminism was a rare thing to see in this world, let alone on someone with a gun pointed at them. I was bound to put her back in place.
“Listen. I like her. Your friend, Rabies. She’s pissed me off and she should be dead, but I know her and I care about her.” I saw Roen’s eyes roll but I pressed on. “You on the other hand… I don’t know. The only thing I know is that you’re a Curator, and the last time I check I had no love for your kind. So I have a gun, and it’s loaded. You can ask any of them. I will shoot you if you don’t do as I say, because as far as I’m concerned you’re a threat to our security if you leave without us.”
Her face let me know that her badassery was conquered with my own.
“Alright, but I will not take you to the Curators. It’s dangerous for you and it’s dangerous me.”
“I’m not worried about any danger.”
“You should be. However, I have a place that I can take you. An important place with a very good person.”
“How do I know this place isn’t a trap? Who’s the person you speak of?”
“I don’t know his name, but he goes by the moniker ‘The Detective.’
I had been waiting ages to hear that 'name' again. My sole purpose for coming to Milwaukee was to find my father, and my new found love had brought me to him. In the rain, the flames that cook food are devoured, but the flames that power the heart burn brighter. Rabies had bridged the gap between the past and future. I would see the man who named me Percy yet again, and I would bring Rabies with me.
The rain from outside the complex brought with it a wave of nauseating nostalgia. I loved the rain and it loved me. Years ago I had been involved in a peculiar jam. My life was on the line, or rather the dinner table. I had been sent to take down a group of cannibals in southern Montana and had not done a good job watching my back. I was too concentrated on the native indian sucking me off and it almost costed me my life. To cut a long story short, the rain washed away the flames and sent the cannibals running.
My leg still pulsated every once and awhile from the shot I took from the MPD soldier a half a day ago. The mind I once owned was turning on me, as were my counterparts. A reason for existing was being questioned, and I could do nothing but defend it ala assault rifle. Some people go through life living just to get through the day. I mourn their ill will every time, but life has to move on with or without them. This was one of the few times I had hoped to move one with them... or at least one of them.
Rabies pissed me off nine times out of ten, but the tenth time always wielded peace back into place. I had stopped counting, but right here right now, was either going to be the ninth time she’d piss me off or the one time she’d get it so incredibly right. I was marking for her. Her touch broke a barrier in me that I thought could never be broken. Rundown tends to make a mind useless. Instead, Rabies wielded the substance with vigor and control. She was lost in her acidic dreams, but always came out of them a better person. I wanted to know her secret and to understand her skepticism of "The System".
Rabies also made friends with beautiful people, including one that had whispered oh so softly into her ear. Josephine Hardwick welcomed us all into her lovely shelter, a parking garage with incredible warmth to it. Josephine’s skin was ablaze brown and looked as soft as a movie star’s. Her voice was like a drop of scotch making a tickling curl as it moved down my pipe. It wasn't nearly as addicting as Rabies, but the possibilities of their friendship, plus one, made me quiver in euphoria.
But I had to be wary of her. She was friends with Rabies, meaning she had connections with the enemy of our mission. She could be useful to us, but she could also be a snitch, or worse. Needless to say, our party had become a bit divided over our goal and I had become the only voice of reason trying to press us on towards the greater good. While I had never minded being a pawn if the circumstances would bring me good favor, the others didn’t see the big picture. Roen of all people should have understood that being a solider for Draco had it’s benefits, but even he was sick of being pushed around. Patience is not a virtue they hold. Fuck, patience is not a virtue I hold.
“Who are you? Rabies, how do you know her?”
“Put the gun down Ray.”
“Nice friends you have Rabies,” Josephine said. Her tongue lashed deep. “Let’s go. I don’t know who these people are, but I know a place where we will be safe. The Curators and The Keepers are on my ass, but I know a place of safe haven.”
“Who are you?”
“Her name’s Josephine, Raymond! She’s a Curator and a good friend.”
The tone of Rabies voice made me believe this encounter was going to be strike nine.
“Who are your friends Rabies?”
“It’s none of your business,” I jetted in before Rabies could answer. “You’re going to lead us to the Curator’s base. You’re going to lead us to M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.”
“I will do no such thing,” Josephine pushed back. “Rabies, let’s leave your friends behind. You don’t need them.” Feminism was a rare thing to see in this world, let alone on someone with a gun pointed at them. I was bound to put her back in place.
“Listen. I like her. Your friend, Rabies. She’s pissed me off and she should be dead, but I know her and I care about her.” I saw Roen’s eyes roll but I pressed on. “You on the other hand… I don’t know. The only thing I know is that you’re a Curator, and the last time I check I had no love for your kind. So I have a gun, and it’s loaded. You can ask any of them. I will shoot you if you don’t do as I say, because as far as I’m concerned you’re a threat to our security if you leave without us.”
Her face let me know that her badassery was conquered with my own.
“Alright, but I will not take you to the Curators. It’s dangerous for you and it’s dangerous me.”
“I’m not worried about any danger.”
“You should be. However, I have a place that I can take you. An important place with a very good person.”
“How do I know this place isn’t a trap? Who’s the person you speak of?”
“I don’t know his name, but he goes by the moniker ‘The Detective.’
I had been waiting ages to hear that 'name' again. My sole purpose for coming to Milwaukee was to find my father, and my new found love had brought me to him. In the rain, the flames that cook food are devoured, but the flames that power the heart burn brighter. Rabies had bridged the gap between the past and future. I would see the man who named me Percy yet again, and I would bring Rabies with me.